Antiquing in the early morning on the village square, shaded by the foliage of sycamore trees, is one of my pleasures of summer.
And this morning, I strolled through the aisles before stopping in front of a stand whose dealer always has objects laden with history.
At first glance, I saw this glass jar with its outdated label "Cherry 1949," then this finely decorated paper envelope.
Within it, a beautiful pair of white leather gloves that could only seduce me.
Knowing my taste for objects with a soul, Claudine offered them to me for my greatest pleasure.
Thank you once more for a present so delicate...